Another chapter ;) Yea, Linda, it's just only beginning ;)

30 September, 2011

He was nursing his wine from a good few minutes and politely listening to Craig's and Scott's conversation, from time to time nodding his head as their eyes slipped at him or when he felt it was appropriate to give them a sign his not far away from them with his thoughts. It happened when Scott was talking about his new contract with Japanese company, when Craig turned slightly with his glass and he noticed interest in man's eyes as he surely spotted something very interesting. And it was safe to say, it has to be a very pretty thing. He tried to see what caught his attention so badly, but some bald man was standing on his way and he just could guess how Craig's beauty has to look.

'Someone is very interesting in your art, Darren.' The man in a grey suit announced as he joined their circle. It was Bradley, he thought, but he wasn't entirely sure. Seven years not showing on the social meetings it has been a quite long time and it was doing itself. He barely recognized people at the party, although few of them seemed to remember him pretty good. Or at least his work. 'The brunette, fit bird over there is keep talking about your photographs and seem to interpret each of them at her own.' He chuckled finding it amusing, although Darren felt it immediately very interesting.

'Well, yea she's a one pretty goose, but her blonde friend seems to be even more gorgeous.' Craig said and small smirk crawled onto his lips. 'Scott, do you know these sweet, gorgeous things over there?' He asked his mate and licked his dry lips. 'I've never seen them before.'

'These two birds are walking everywhere together. They're so inseparable I thought they're Siamese sisters.' The man chuckled and scratched his beard. 'I only know they both are good friends and the brunette is a DJ here, while the blonde is a waitress. I asked about them my friend from the O-zone club.'

'Do you at least know their names?' Craig asked, but man shook his head. 'What kind of manager, you're? You even don't know who is working for you!'

'Jeez, it's only party, Craig! I don't need their personal dates if I know from my mate, they're very good and would do their job properly.'

'Shouldn't then they working now?' Darren chimed in and rotated a glass in his hand.

'I guess they have a break now. The waitresses don't have too much work to do tonight, and the music is still playing so there's no need for brunette to stand behind the decks all night.' He shrugged, didn't see any problem.

'The brunette thing is still rambling about your photographs Darren, while the blonde one seems to be bored with it.' Bradley guy, laughed shortly.

'Yea, surely the blonde one is for me.' Craig grinned excitedly. 'Only shame they both are so tall…Come on, Darren take a look at them. I'm going to approach the blonde and if you want you can draw your attention to her friend. They both are stunning.' Darren bite down on his low lip and reluctantly let Craig pulled himself for the arm.

'I'm not into any romances, Craig. And flirts counts into this, too.' Darren warned him and was ready to run away, when his brother made him stop and look.

'Oh, just take a look at them! If you don't want, then don't approach her. I'd go to them alone.' He shrugged. 'There's no problem. But tell me one thing, Darren. How many birds enjoying your work without wanting to drag you to their bed, and seem to be enough smart to make some conclusions and maybe see something more in your photographs than people usually see on first sight?' He knew Craig was right, and he really would like to talk with someone who understands his art, but on the other hand he'd feel guilty later about the fact he gave his attention to other woman, than his wife. He almost felt like he was cheating on her. 'I know what are you thinking about, so stop it right now.' Craig's sharp voice woke him up from his lethargy. 'You're not doing anything wrong. You're just going to chat with a nice girl and that's not a crime.' He said, staring deeply into his eyes. 'Till you don't want her to take to your bed, there's nothing to feel guilty about.'

'Are you sure?' He asked him weakly, already bought by Craig's words. Who like who, but Craig surely knew better about things like that and if he was saying it's not cheating, it surely isn't.

'Course, I'm sure!' He assured him and patted his cheek with a cheeky grin. 'Now, take a look at them. Especially on the blonde one in a red dress. Pretty isn't she?' He asked excitedly and almost jumped around in a joy, but to be honest Darren didn't pay any attention to her. Of course his eyes noted her and he'd be lying if he says there's nothing attractive about her, but his attention was quickly drawn by another woman standing on the blonde's side. Slim, very tall brunette in a tight, very sex dress with uncovered shoulders and with stilettos on her feet. Maybe chose of the dress wasn't too accurate for that kind of party, but he has to admit she looked gorgeous in it and thanks to its short material, everyone could also admire her very long and slender legs. And Darren was definitely doing it right now. He just totally fall in love with her legs. Damn! He admired her whole beauty and before his brain even could notice what he was doing, he was already in the half way to the bar.

'I just knew you wouldn't lose such an occasion!' Craig's cheeky voice rang somewhere behind his back, but he didn't pay any attention to him. 'But remember, only brunette is yours.'

By the first look at her, he just knew he has to have her. There was something about her what didn't let him to look away. He didn't remember when the last time any of girl has such a big impact on him, but this one definitely caught his attention and he wasn't going to lose the chance he has been given. And thankfully for him Darren seemed to think the same as he quickly popped to the bar with flushed cheeks.

'I just knew you wouldn't lose such an occasion!' He shouted after him with cheeky grin, almost proud of him. It's not he didn't like Nancy and was against their relationship. He of course wished them good, but on the other hand wanted his brother to have a bit of his own life. There was nothing wrong in chatting with pretty girl or even in innocence flirting. He was a guy and he has a rights to fancy not only his wife! Maybe Darren never hasn't been the ladies man and so good in flirting as him, but surely he loved the company of women and he was enough charming on his own way to drawn a few of them to himself. 'But remember, only brunette is yours.' He added to make sure his brother wasn't going accidentally began hitting on his target.

'She's not mine.' Darren protested with already pink cheeks. 'I'm just going there for you and well, maybe I'd like to chat a bit with her about photography, if she's so interested in them.'

'Sure, it's only for this.' He grinned wider and lifted his two fingers. 'Two gins with tonic and two red wines.' He ordered and glanced at his brother. 'Or maybe you'd like to drink your own drink right now, to give yourself a courage? I know you're always losing your head, when you're talking with very attractive bird.'

'I don't need any courage to talk about art.' He sulked, didn't like his teasing tone. 'I'm not going to flirt with her!'

'Sure, you wouldn't.' He mocked and grabbed the offered glasses with wine. 'You would just talk about the weather and you wouldn't dare to watch her looong legs.' He chuckled.

'Yes, I wouldn't.' Darren scowled. 'I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable.'

'Fine, grab our drinks and we're heading out, before they decide to come back to their work.' And without wait for his silly excuses, he made his way toward two women. He stood only few steps from the blonde bird and with a slight smirk kept watching her, thinking about the good way to start conversation without freaking them out. Darren joined him moment later and stopped behind the back of the brunette, and Craig almost grinned as he noticed his brother was in total daze.

'Well, there's some inscription under the bridge.' He liked his bird's silky voice, although it was a little too deep as for his taste. A bit masculine, but still very sexy. 'Darren O.' She read. 'I guess that's the author.'

'I'm sure there's a lot of Darren O. in England. Why he wouldn't signed his work with his nickname or at least surname?' The brunette's voice was filled with warmness and it was more pleasurable to hear for him. Even if she also as her friend had a deep and even a little rough tone of voice, he didn't mind it. It was suit her, he guessed. There was something wild about her, or at least that's the expression he got from her.

'Maybe that's his hallmark, just like these photographs. He just can be everyone. Even one of us.' Not only beautiful, but smart one. Veritable perfection.

'Or no one…'The brunette finished. 'Ah, true artist.'

'You even didn't see the guy but you already have a crush on him? You're such an incurable romantic.' Bingo. Ideal partner for Darren. He bet they'd spend most of the night in their company and wouldn't get boring talking about art and other usually very boring things for him. Although Darren never wanted to admit it, Craig knew that deep inside he was a very romantic soul.

'You always have to tease me, eh?' He noticed a hint of grin on her face. 'I just would love to meet this guy and that's all. I'd like to know the rest of the story.' He was sure Darren wouldn't mind to tell her about it and maybe show other things too!

'Well, we always can think up about something.' Craig has never been into this philosophical shit as Darren or this brunette, and it looked like he just found a great company for himself. He could tell by one look at her, she wasn't clearly enjoying their conversation and was already boring with it. Just like him. And in this moment he decided to attack.

'Evening ladies. Maybe you'd like to taste a bit of wine, while you're discussing about the photographs?' He asked nonchalantly as he unceremoniously slipped between them with a charming smile and glasses in hands.

'Why not.' Brunette shrugged off and took the offered glass with a gleam in her hazel eye, before continued in a low, seductive voice. 'Anything you fancy?' No, that he had something against her, but the truth was he was more interested in her friend. But if the circumstances were different and there was no Darren around, then who knows…

'There wasn't anything I'd fancy until I spot you, ladies.' He replied with a charming smile, didn't lose his self-assurance, which Darren has to already lost, seeing he downed his drink in a one swallow. 'How's your evening?' This time his question was directed to the blonde girl and he turned around to finally take a look at her face. He hoped the sight won't disappoint him.

'It's…Fine.' The gorgeous stuttered, staring deeply into his eyes. Only one look was enough for him to judge he won't be disappointed and even got more than he thought. The girl was utterly magnificent. Her pale, soft skin was covered with a thin layer of powder and her lips brushed by a red lipstick. Her blonde hair was gently falling down on her alabaster neck along with two thick strands surrended her oval face. But it was her eyes who caught his attention. He swear he has never in his whole life seen so blue eyes. They were like oceans, drowning him in their beauty and set of emotions. This girl was a walking angel and only completely idiot wouldn't try to chat her up.

'I heard you talking about photographs and your desire to meet the author of them. And, well, let's say I have the pleasure and occasion to introduce him to you.'

'How lucky I am.' The brunette said with weak smile and reluctantly turned her head on the left, sensing his brother's presence.

'Ladies, I have a pleasure to introduce to you the great artist, my brother Darren Osbourne.' He stretched his hand out toward him with a small grin as he finally decided to take a step forward and showed the women in his whole glory.

'Evening, ladies.' Darren stuttered with the most charming smile he was able to muster and looked deeply into brunette's dark eyes. Craig happily noticed the girl looked down shyly and her cheeks covered in a delicate pink. That was a good sign. If the girl was shy, Darren had bigger chance to get along with her and pick her up.

'And you are…?' The blonde asked, her gorgeous blue eyes fixed at him.

'Oh, I'm only an ordinary businessman.' He replied with a shrug. 'My name's Craig Dean.'

'Dean?' The brunette cocked her eyebrow and glanced at his brother. 'I thought you said you're brothers?'

'We're stepbrothers.' Darren corrected with a slight smile.

'Oh.' For a minute he thought brunette would quickly lose her interested in Darren, but she only smiled at him and continued. 'You're a very good artist. I really enjoy your art. I love the way you're showing the surrounding us world, making us to stop and look at everything from different perspective.'

'Thank you.' Darren nodded his head politely, while Craig thought he's going to vomit in a minute because of the way they were sweetened each other. His brother was almost drooling over her right now.

'Yea, that's great.' Craig decided to put his few coins in it and turned toward his gorgeous bird, when Darren shot him a dead glare, didn't appreciate the way he spoke up. 'So, since I introduced both of us, what would you say for doing the same, hmm? Ladies?' He moved his eyes from one to another.

'Well, that's funny thing you ask.' The brunette said with a smirk. 'You see, we are…'

'Jo…Jacqueline and Sarah.' The blonde finished with flushed cheeks and looked down at her shoes after sending sheepishly smile to her friend.

'Beautiful name. It suits you.' He stated with a grin. 'Are you a Frenchwoman?' He couldn't be so much lucky, could he?

'Sarah is very nice name also.' Darren quickly assured his bird. 'Craig has a good friend, calling Sarah. She's a model.' But just like Craig thought brunette didn't even bother to look at him, only stared back at her friend with unreadable face expression. He wondered if she was just jealous about the amount of the attention he was giving to Jacqueline or there was something else going on.

'Good for her.' Sarah retorted without uninterested and Craig could notice Darren was losing his courage and he could tell he was thinking about backing off.

'You're not lesbians are you?' Craig asked a little nervous, wondering if that's why Sarah was acting like she was and Jacqueline was so nervous around them. Of course there was a big chance they'd tell them to get lost or feel offended or worse, say they're, but he got reaction he didn't expect to see. Sarah was laughing sincerely and even Jacqueline finally managed to looked at him and smirked slightly.

'No, Craig, we're not.' Sarah replied with a chuckle. 'Trust me, I'd never choose woman over the man.' She tugged a strand of hair behind her ear and with a sly smile winked at his stepbrother.

'That's great, although I don't understand what was so funny in my question.'

'Ah, never mind.' Jacqueline replied and dazzled him with gorgeous smile and azure of her eyes. He glanced aside toward Sarah giving flirtatiously smiles to his brother who was grinning back stupidly at her and motion at the photographs as he kept saying something.

'So, Jacqueline, what would you say if we just leave these two and take a walk to know better each other? I have apartment not far away.' He suggested and took a step back as Jacqueline almost spitted her wine at him. 'No?'

'Someone is every forward here, eh?' Sarah smirked down at him, while Darren stared at him in disbelief. He even didn't notice when they've heard him.

'I just noticed you're enjoying your company so I thought you'd like to stay alone.' He replied with innocent face, but he knew he wouldn't fool his brother.

'I'm sure Jacqueline has better things to do than admire your flat, Craig.' Darren almost snapped at him and sent his lady apologize smile. 'I'm really sorry for him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave around ladies.'

'Ah, you're so charming, Darren!' Sarah twittered with a grin. 'Don't worry, we don't feel offended, do we, Jacqueline?'

'Sure, we're not. He just want good for his brother.' The blonde said with a slight smirk.

'Sure he wants.' He wanted to slap him upside the head for his betray, but he knew it'd ruin his all chance at Jacqueline and Sarah wouldn't be look impressed either. She seemed to be buy already by him.

'Ah, I see our Prince already forget about his golden rules.' He smirked ugly and noticed happily the man blushed slightly. 'I'm sure you'd be welcome with bunch of flowers when you get back to home.'

'And you'd be welcome by dirty dishes in the sink and with a cat in cuvette?' Sarah asked ironically, in Darren's defense. She was a feisty one and he liked women like her, but still she couldn't match with the gorgeous nymph standing on his left.

'I don't have sink, only washing machine.' He retorted with a wry smile. 'I'm investing in new technologies, you know?' If she wanted to play that way, he didn't mind.

'Ah, my bad, then.' She said in mocking tone and he could notice Darren moved closer to her, like he was afraid he's going to take her from him. 'So, Mr. Dean, if you're so forward why don't you bring more drinks for us?' She continued with a smirk.

'Sure, why not.' Craig shrugged. 'What would you like to drink?'

'It can be the same, or some liqueur.' Sarah replied to him, letting Daren feel rejected once again.

'Well, for me double scotch with double ice or vodka.' Okay, that was quite surprising, but by one look at his very tall bird, it didn't sound so strange at all.

'Ah, I love woman who knows how to play and can handle a lot of alcohol!' Craig grinned and winked at his blonde girl, to save her from oppression, seeing her friend's shocked face. 'It sounds like a long night for us.' He nodded at Darren and then pointed at the bar. 'You're going to give me a hand?'

'Sure, I will. I think we have a lot of things to discuss.' And here it goes, daddy Darren giving him lecture. But he guessed he could live with that, until his nymph was still standing there and waiting for him with red cheeks and shy smile. He just knew she'd be his. There was no other option.

He felt the upcoming troubles since this skinny man in his elegant clothes slipped between them with face telling you; God, how amazing I am! He never liked that kind of people and he'd with pleasure say him to fuck off, if he only didn't notice John Paul's face. He was in totally awe and couldn't take his eyes from this silly man. Okay, he has to admit he was very good-looking, although he wasn't the usual type of men he was looking for, but for God's Sake, he looked ridiculous between the pair of them. They were a head if not even more taller than him and he was just looking like Danny DeVito between them! He was ready to ask, where's your hat cowboy, to cool his clear intentions of his visit, when he felt someone's presence behind his back. A man, judging by the smell of his aftershave…A very nice smell.

'Evening ladies. Maybe you'd like to taste a bit of wine, while you're discussing about the photographs?' Danny DeVito asked nonchalantly and showed them the glass he was carrying on with himself. He wondered if the man behind his back was with him, or was only admiring the photographs. He wanted to discreetly looked behind himself to check, but when he noticed John Paul was looking like a gold fish dragged out from the water and seemed to be under the spell of this silly guy, he decided to act for his Sake.

'Why not.' He shrugged off and took the offered glass with a gleam in his eye, before he settle his eyes at John Paul and continued in a low, seductive voice. 'Anything you fancy?' This time John Paul definitely had to back to reality, because he blushed a bit, understanding the question was directed to him…Contrary to Danny DeVito. Not only small, but also blind and stupid. Well, he always claimed John Paul doesn't has luck if it comes about men, but at least they all have been handsome. Always some good thing, he guessed. But if John Paul wanted to change something in his life and for once be happy, he needs to do something about his taste, otherwise he doesn't bode him promising future.

'There wasn't anything I'd fancy until I spot you, ladies.' DeVito replied with his charming smile, didn't lose his self-assurance. 'How's your evening?' This time his question was directed to John Paul as he unceremoniously showed him his back. And well, to be honest he preferred him more from this sight, and he also wouldn't mind if he finally stop saying more of this crap and just shut up. The man behind his back seemed to think the same, because he heard him drink something and nervously shifting behind him.

'It's…Fine.' John Paul stuttered at the same time he took a glimpse of other man's face as he finally decided to take a few steps forward, although he was still not visible at all. His jaw almost hit the floor as he recognized the waiter from the fast-food restaurant in man's face. It was the last place he'd think he'd meet him, and to be honest he felt the first pangs of panic. He wasn't sure how the man would react at him looking like a woman and what he'd say. He wanted to get away, but on the other hand he knew he just couldn't do that. Not to John Paul.

'I heard you talking about photographs and your desire to meet the author of them. And, well, let's say I have the pleasure and occasion to introduce him to you.' It was the last thing he expected to hear, let alone finds out that the artist whose work he was admiring so badly turned out to be his waiter. Funny, how life can surprise us.

'How lucky I am.' He said with a weak smile and turned his head toward the man with hope he wouldn't recognize him. It'd be too much for him as for one evening.

'Ladies, I have a pleasure to introduce to you the great artist, my brother Darren Osbourne.' DeVito stretched his hand forward with a big grin and he could felt how other man's hand dabbed his own as he passed by him to join their circle. The touch was almost electrifying, something he didn't feel from a long time. It was strange and disturbing, but also…very pleasant feeling. He even wished the man could touch him once again.

'Evening, ladies.' Darren stuttered with very charming smile, Spike immediately liked, and looked deeply into his eyes. He was mesmerized by him. The man was looking so handsome in his simple, crimson shirt with unbuttoned two upper buttons and his stylized with gel hair, it was hard for him to believe he was a brother of Danny DeVito. Yes, they both were good-looking, but also they were so different from each other. Before he even knew what he was doing, he looked down shyly at his shoes and he felt how his cheeks slightly burned him. He didn't understand his reactions, but he felt so helpless and shy around him like never before.

'And you are…?' He slowly jerked his head up when this time it was John Paul who spoke, and he felt even more shy as Darren smiled at him and shifted closer toward him. Well, at least he could be sure he didn't recognize him and Mercy and Linda have done a very good job. There was not even one hint telling him, he'd notice something familiar in his face, and that calmed him a bit.

'Oh, I'm only an ordinary businessman.' DeVito replied, trying to sound casually, but Spike bet he wasn't just ordinary businessman, only was fooling around with John Paul to get his attention and play a guy from the same social status as them. Crafty bastard. 'My name's Craig Dean.'

'Dean?' He cocked his eyebrow surprised and glanced at Darren. He wondered if he missed something. 'I thought you said you're brothers?'

'We're stepbrothers.' Darren corrected with a slight smile.

'Oh.' He smiled at Darren and then moved his gaze at the photographs, deciding it'd be really rude from his side to give his attention only to DeVito, especially when you could clearly said he was going to be Darren's company for tonight, and the man was so handsome only blind would reject him. 'You're a very good artist. I really enjoy your art. I love the way you're showing the surrounding us world, making us to stop and look at everything from different perspective.' He said honestly feeling the pleasure as he noticed how man's eyes shone excitedly. He loved his smile and didn't mind to pour him with more complements if it means Darren would be happy and smiling the way he was now. Besides it looked like the man wasn't hearing too much complements, juding by his reactions, and Spike wanted to change it. Who like who, but he really deserved to hear them more often.

'Thank you.' Darren nodded his head politely and Spike was really ready to melt in a minute. He was such a sweet, interesting guy. He wished he could find someone like him.

'Yea, that's great.' DeVito said with boring voice, ruining the moment. 'So, since I introduced both of us, what would you say for doing the same, hmm? Ladies?' He looked between him and John Paul.

'Well, that's funny thing you ask.' He said with a smirk, couldn't wait to see his mine as he shared with him their names. 'You see, we are…'

'Jo…Jacqueline and Sarah.' He couldn't believe his own ears. He stared dumbfounded at his friend, wondering what the hell is he doing.

'Beautiful name. It suits you.' DeVito stated, but he really didn't care about him. He just didn't get what was going on here. 'Are you a Frenchwoman?' Idiot.

'No, I'm not.' He's a typical English man, just look under his dress.

'Sarah is very nice name also.' His cutie quickly added, but he was too far with his thoughts and angry at John Paul to even look at him. 'Craig has a good friend, calling Sarah. She's a model.' He couldn't wait until they both will be alone and he can be able to give him a good lecture. They were supposed to work not flirting with guests! And what if the guy turned out to be a total freak when he finds out Jacqueline is a guy and want to hurt him? He just wanted to slap his friend on the head! He wasn't sure who is the biggest idiot tonight, him or DeVito?

'Good for her.' He retorted, feeling there was a need to say something. He could tell John Paul was feeling very nervous and tried everything to avoid his looks. His silly admirer has to noticed it, because he broke the uncomfortable silence and shot a nervous glance between him and John Paul.

'You're not lesbians are you?' It was the first time this night when he got a really good laugh and thought how funny and ironical the question sounded in his ears. If he only knew the whole truth…

'No, Craig, we're not.' He replied with a chuckle, seeing how John Paul's cheek became red and he had a big problem to articulate anything right now. 'Trust me, I'd never choose woman over the man.' He assured him and tugged a strand of hair behind his ear and with a sly smile he winked at Darren who gave him apologetically smile.

'That's great, although I don't understand what was so funny in my question.' He was sure, he'd know very soon.

'Ah, never mind.' John Paul replied while he gave DeVito his the best smile and Spike felt in need to give them a room and turned around to his own admirer. He gave him a few flirtatious smiles as Darren kept grinning back at him and motioned at his photographs.

'So you really like them?' He was so sweet, when he was shy.

'Of course.' He assured him with a smile and took a sip of his wine as he looked at the wall. 'The best piece of art I've seen from ages. And I'm not lying!'

'You're too kind for me. There's a lot of photographers with whose talent I can't match.' He scratched his hair. Spike didn't think he could look even sweeter than he was, but yet, he really could!

'You should more believe in yourself, Darren. I wish I could see more of your work.' He wasn't flirting…At least not so much.

'So, Jacqueline, what would you say if we just leave these two and take a walk to know better each other? I have apartment not far away.' He almost choked on his wine. 'No?' Now, it was going on at very interesting way! He wondered how John Paul would deal with situation if he gives them a free hand...

'Someone is very forward here, eh?' He again decided to save John Paul from oppression.

'I just noticed you're enjoying your company so I thought you'd like to stay alone.' DeVito said with innocent face, but he knew better. He exactly knew what's he really had in his mind.

'I'm sure Jacqueline has better things to do than admire your flat, Craig.' Darren said angrily and like always gave him apologetically smile. 'I'm really sorry for him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave around ladies.' Real gentleman.

'Ah, you're so charming, Darren!' He said with a grin, wanting him to feel more confident. 'Don't worry, we don't feel offended, do we, Jacqueline?' No, he didn't want to sound sarcastically. Not at all.

'Sure, we're not. He just want good for his brother.' John Paul replied with a slight smirk, looking like he also found this situation quite amusing.

'Sure he wants.' Darren said with a snort, seeming to not bought his explanations either.

'Ah, I see our Prince already forget about his golden rules.' He didn't like the way DeVito spoke up to him and he was immediately ready to say something back to him. 'I'm sure you'd be welcome with bunch of flowers when you get back to home.'

'And you'd be welcome by dirty dishes in the sink and with a cat in cuvette?' He asked ironically, in Darren's defense. He bet this small dwarf was alone as a finger and only trying to play tough around. He knew that type of guy; playing cool around and every night hitting on different girl to drag her to bed and have a little fun with her, until he gets boring with her. He wished John Paul could see that too and stop drooling over him.

'I don't have sink, only washing machine.' Craig retorted with a wry smile. 'I'm investing in new technologies, you know?'

'Ah, my bad, then.' He replied mockingly at the same time as his knight moved closer to him, like he was going to protect him in case if Craig would again said something stupid or for a change something nasty. 'So, Mr. Dean, if you're so forward why don't you bring more drinks for us?' He continued with a smirk, having a quite good time with teasing him. At least he had some fun there.

'Sure, why not.' Craig shrugged. 'What would you like to drink?'

'It can be the same, or some liqueur.' He said after short pause.

'Well, for me double scotch with double ice or vodka.' Now, that's who you call a lady, eh? It was unbelievable.

'Ah, I love woman who knows how to play and can handle a lot of alcohol!' DeVito blurted out to rescue situation. 'It sounds like a long night for us.' He nodded at Darren and then pointed at the bar. 'You're going to give me a hand?' He could bet it'd be a very long and interesting night.

'Sure, I will. I think we have a lot of things to discuss.' He could tell Darren was a bit irate with Craig's behavior and willingly followed him.

'I didn't know you're enjoying so much wearing woman's clothes.' He muttered when he made sure both men was enough far away from them to hear them, and moved closer to his friend.

'Me either.' John Paul mumbled with red cheeks. 'I just…I didn't want him to go. He's just…' He knew that smile. He was getting it badly and that was very alarming. 'Gorgeous.' He finished with silly smile.

'John Paul, he's interested in Jacqueline, not in you.' He said firmly. 'You think, that what? You'd exchange your phone numbers and stay in touch, even maybe go for a date?' He asked sarcastically, wanting him to open his eyes and understood his situation. 'You're a guy, not a girl he thinks you're! He'd like to meet with Jacqueline, not with John Paul!'

'I just want to enjoy what it's given to me, even if it'd only last one night and we can't go further than share a kiss.' His friend sighed heavily. 'I just wasn't with another guy for so long time, I'm missing the feeling of being with someone.'

'Well, I might surprise you, but I know what are you feeling.' He didn't want to sound sarcastic, but he has to failed it as he noticed John Paul's face dropped down.

'Okay, that was probably a bad example.' He said quietly.

'No, it's fine. It's only my decision I'm not with anyone, and you have rights to want to be with someone and flirt with whoever I want.' He sighed. 'But still I think tonight isn't a good time for that.'

'Like I said I just want to have a bit of fun…Just for tonight pretend I'm Jacqueline. Please.' He stared back at him with his big, blue eyes and he knew he just couldn't say him no. Sometimes he was too soft for him.

'Well, at least if you want to play along with Jacqueline thing, try to keep with that.' He rolled his eyes.

'I'm doing really great…' He protested, but he quickly silenced him.

'Double scotch and vodka? Really? I thought we're playing girls.' He gave him knowingly look.

'It just slipped out from my mouth…'

'Yea, and I'm sure you'd throw your lungs out for the rest of the night if you drink it all!' He snapped irate. 'Just congratulation.'

'Okay, it was another bad idea…But well, they wouldn't try to bring the whole bottle, right?' He asked with cheery voice.

'We're their ladies. They'd just bring for one or two glasses for us and that's all.' He said agreed with him. 'At least there's one good thing about this whole crappy situation.' He muttered and shook his head and his friend smiling back at him with sheepishly smile.